The small model carved from emerald jade had the same shape, the same branches and leaves, and the same unique ancient aura as the towering Bodhi ancient tree in the outside world!
It was like the most essential, most core shadow—or rather, soul—of that vast ancient tree outside.
Lin Ming's gaze was calm, even carrying a faint indifference that seemed to have expected this long ago, as he looked at the emerald ancient tree before him, which radiated sacred light and aura.
He was very clear that the culprit that had dragged him and everyone else into that illusion where false and true were indistinguishable, and which looked straight into the deepest fears and desires of the heart, had come from this tree!
However, his gaze did not linger long on those breathtaking emerald lines. Instead, it quickly moved downward and fixed on the tree itself.
On the surface of that crystal-clear, jade-like trunk, there were actually strands of dense black patterns twining around it, like blood vessels and like shackles...
Those patterns were deep and dark. Against the emerald body of the tree, they formed an extremely jarring contrast. They were not still; they were slowly writhing and spreading, like living venomous snakes, constantly trying to invade and erode more of the emerald territory, releasing waves of cold, sinister, violent, resentful energy utterly incompatible with the ancient Bodhi tree's own sacred life aura!
It was precisely because of the existence of these black patterns that this sacred Bodhi ancient tree, which should have been divine and clear, revealed a strange sense of contradiction where auspiciousness and gloom intertwined.
Seeing this scene, Lin Ming, who already knew the truth, lost the last trace of uncertainty in his heart. His expression showed not the slightest surprise or agitation.
*As expected... it